I live at the beach. I love those words. I wonder sometimes why I like it so much. I even like the smell of dead seaweed. You know, the seaweed that has been lying on the beach, drying up in the sun mixed with the  crab parts that have been there a little too long. It’s a stinky aroma that fills your nose and feels like home to me. And, I like the feeling of sand on my feet, sand with the occasional sharp-edged shell to remind me of the secrets that lay beneath the surface.  Sometimes I put a little sand in my shoes to remind me why I’m here. I luxuriate in the sound of the ocean waves, rolling in, day and night – just rushing in and sucking back.  I even sort of like the wind that blows sand in your eyes and ears that makes you squint.  Okay, I’m sort of lukewarm on the wind.   But, rest of it makes it all worth it.